Little Doris Knittel knew that tonight was going to be special.
She had been practicing for this night for months, because for little Doris Knittel most things were harder to do then for other kids her age.
“I feel it in my bones.”, said the boy that was throwing rocks in a glass house, and was now grounded so had to stay home.
“Sticks and stones might break my bones.”, Said her grandmother as she sat down on one of the chairs in the school’s recital hall.
“Break a leg!” Her teacher yelled right before she pushed little Doris Knittel onto the stage dressed as a dandelion.
She was one of the many girls dressed up as dandelions on stage waiting to be watered. When the little farmer boy came over to her with his watering pot and tickled her neck with the long blue colored strings that supposed to be water, she popped up smiling and spreading her leaves, waved at her father recording the school play.
When the dance started there was another thing that popped, but not up but out, both her knees popped out of their sockets and she tumbled down onto the stage, her paper pedals flew off into the crowd.
Oh, little Doris Knittel.
She had been practicing for this night for months, because for little Doris Knittel most things were harder to do then for other kids her age.
“I feel it in my bones.”, said the boy that was throwing rocks in a glass house, and was now grounded so had to stay home.
“Sticks and stones might break my bones.”, Said her grandmother as she sat down on one of the chairs in the school’s recital hall.
“Break a leg!” Her teacher yelled right before she pushed little Doris Knittel onto the stage dressed as a dandelion.
She was one of the many girls dressed up as dandelions on stage waiting to be watered. When the little farmer boy came over to her with his watering pot and tickled her neck with the long blue colored strings that supposed to be water, she popped up smiling and spreading her leaves, waved at her father recording the school play.
When the dance started there was another thing that popped, but not up but out, both her knees popped out of their sockets and she tumbled down onto the stage, her paper pedals flew off into the crowd.
Oh, little Doris Knittel.
